what i am
“I’m goin’ to see the ocean” but I really only want t’ feel the sand.
“I’m goin’ to see the ocean” but I really only want t’ feel the sand.
It’s so hard to figure out exactly what I am.
Just when I think I got a grip, it gets lost in the sand.
And when I think I got it tamed, it turns ‘round and bites my hand.
I get sand on my feet; boy it sure feels good.
I get sand on my feet; boy it sure feels good.
But then I wash it all off, don’t want that stuff messin’ up my neighborhood.
I got no room for sand in my neck of the woods.
There’s pineapples waitin’, waitin’ for their upside down cake.
They’re hungry and they waitin’, waitin’ for their upside down cake.
Sometimes I’m just like those pineapples; makin’ an upside down mistake.
Well God was talkin’ to me, why it was just the other day.
God was tellin’ me all about it just the other day.
But when I told my psychiatrist, he said you just plain crazy.
Well I told that to God the very next day.
It was on a Sunday, that bein’ the very next day.
God said, “Looks like they’re taking away my very best play.”
Can’t win for losin’ is sometimes how I feel.
Can’t win for losin’ is sometimes how I feel.
Played poker with a mirror but the mirror won the deal.
I drew aces and eights, dead man’s hand sweet and clean.
I drew aces and eights, dead man’s hand sweet and clean.
When I tried to hand it to the mirror, mirror was nowhere to be seen.
It had taken all its winnings and left the scene.
Sometimes I am and sometimes I am not.
Sometimes I am and sometimes I am not.
But what it is that I am, well I just forgot.
It’s hard to remember just what it is that I am.
It’s so hard to remember just what it is that I am.
You could help me honey, if you’d only just take hold of my hand.